The man was standing not far from her. He was still wearing a dark green kimono, and his black hair stood out against the white snow, giving him a leisurely and dusty look.
He is like a touch of thick ink splashed into the slender white sky, enchanting and beautiful.
Mr. Monster.
She looked at the man's back, a touch of sadness rising in her heart. Shumu told her that Mr. Monster once had a wife, and since his wife left, he has never been truly happy.
The skirt of the kimono on her chest was wrinkled by her scratches. A dull ache in the heart. Her love for the man in front of her became uncontrollable.
There was a hint of moisture in her light brown eyes. On a snowy day, she was a few steps away from him. He clasped his hands together and a warm smile spread across his lips.
Youkai-sama, I like you, I like you very much.